You can't do it, I tell you.

It's impossible." "Why ?" He replied in an odd voice, and with a glance at Miss Winwood.

"I must tell you afterwards." "I will leave you," she said.
"Mr.Finn"-- she shook hands with him--"I hope you're proud of your son." And then she shook hands with Jane and Barney Bill.

"I'm glad to meet such old friends of Paul." And to Paul, as he held the door open, she said, her clear kind eyes full on him, "Remember, we want men in England." "Thank God, we've got women," said he, with lips from which he could not keep a sudden quiver.
He closed the door and came up to his father standing on the hearthrug.
"And now, why shouldn't I speak?
Why shouldn't I be an honest man instead of an impostor ?" "Out of pity for me, my son." "Pity?
Why, what harm would it do you?
There's nothing dishonourable in father and son fighting an election." He laughed without much mirth.
"It's what some people would call sporting.

As for me, personally, I don't see why you should be ashamed of owning me.